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# TO BEN HANSCOM
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*just for you*
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You designed the clubhouse, hid the archives in ice, carried
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poems you were too shy to send, and turned a body the bullies
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mocked into an architect's frame. Thirty years of quiet love
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finally spoken — patience that long is its own form of courage.
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Hauntingly good, Ben. The fat jokes age badly. The blueprints aged
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perfectly.
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